Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

"Come in," Wu Feng said calmly.

The maid pushed open the door and came in, followed by two companions. The three of them worked together to pour a bucket of boiling water into a wooden tub in the corner of the room, then added some cold water and tested the water temperature with their hands.

After confirming that it was suitable, he bowed and said, "General, the water temperature is just right. Please enjoy your meal. We will wait outside the door. Please call us anytime if you need anything."

"Okay, you can go now." Wu Feng waved his hand.

After bowing, the servant quietly withdrew and closed the door.

Wu Feng was the only one left in the room. He walked to the wooden tub, reached out and tested the water temperature. It was just the right temperature to relieve his fatigue.

After removing my clothes, I stepped into the wooden tub. The warm water enveloped my body, carrying a light mist that instantly dispelled my fatigue.

Leaning against the wooden tub, I closed my eyes, let out a long breath, and completely relaxed.

After soaking for about 15 minutes, Wu Feng opened his eyes and stood up from the wooden tub.

Dry yourself with a clean cloth and change into a customer service suit.

He walked to the bedside and sat down. With a slight thought, the game interface appeared before his eyes, its pale blue light clearly visible on his face.

On the interface, next to the icon for the friends function, there are densely packed red dots, so many that they almost overflow the icon, which is particularly glaring.

Wu Feng raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of speechlessness flashing across his face, and reached out to open the friends function.

The interface instantly switched, and a dense barrage of friend request messages filled the entire screen, one after another, so fast that the specific content was impossible to read.

Most of the comments were things like "Looking for a mentor, I'll warm your bed" or "Looking for an apprenticeship," which made him dizzy.

He stared at the screen for a moment, his lips twitched, and he felt helpless.

His victory in the martial arts competition and the public announcement of his name inevitably attracted a lot of trouble. Even if he rejected all the friend requests, it would take a lot of time. Besides, he had no interest in chatting with these strangers.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wu Feng quickly swiped his finger across the interface, found the "Refuse strangers to add you" option, and with a light tap, the red dot on the interface disappeared instantly, making the entire friends interface much cleaner.

After doing all this, he let out a long breath and a look of relief appeared on his face—finally, he was at peace. Otherwise, being disturbed by these messages every day would have made it impossible for him to cultivate in peace.

He sighed inwardly, thinking, "People really do fear becoming famous, just as pigs fear growing fat. I only won the martial arts championship and made my name public, and it has already attracted so much unnecessary trouble. I should try to keep a low profile in the future."

After completing the setup, Wu Feng didn't linger any longer. He lightly tapped the "Logout" option on the interface, and the dark blue light screen in front of him instantly disappeared. His consciousness gradually became blurred, and a familiar feeling of weightlessness came over him.

The next second, the hatch of the gaming pod slowly slid open, and a faint blue light seeped out from the edges, reflecting on the ceiling.

Wu Feng opened his eyes, sat up, and gently jumped out of the game pod, using the edge as leverage.

The joints made a series of soft, cracking sounds with each movement.

Wu Feng picked up the keys and phone from the table, casually put them in his pocket, and walked briskly out of the room, closing the door behind him.

The soft lighting in the hallway illuminated his figure as he walked to the first floor and opened the door.

The evening breeze, carrying the coolness of the night, swept over us.

He walked to the bicycle shed in the courtyard, pushed out his electric scooter, and headed towards a barbecue stall.

Within minutes, Wu Feng arrived at the familiar barbecue stall.

Under the plastic canopy, the charcoal fire was blazing, and sizzling, oily skewers sat on the dark red embers. The owner, wearing a greasy apron, skillfully flipped the skewers.

Several tables of diners were already seated under the awning; some were playing drinking games, while others were chatting quietly, creating a lively atmosphere.

Wu Feng parked his electric scooter, walked into the plastic shed, went straight to the stall, and picked up an empty plastic basket.

Skillfully selecting skewers, he took ten lamb skewers, ten beef skewers, two chicken wings, one eggplant, and two skewers each of water spinach and dried tofu. Then he handed the plastic basket to the owner, speaking clearly: "Boss, also a serving of sea cucumber and bean sprouts, and a serving of fried rice."

The shopkeeper took the basket, glanced at it, and replied with a smile, "Okay! Just a moment, handsome, it'll be ready soon!"

As he spoke, he placed the skewers from the basket onto the grill one by one. The heat from the charcoal fire instantly enveloped the skewers, and the oil dripped onto the charcoal, making a sizzling sound.

Wu Feng turned around and sat down at an empty table in the corner of the shed.

Take out your phone, tap the screen with your fingertip to unlock it, and open the game forum.

My fingertips swiped rapidly across the screen, carefully browsing various information on the forum.

On the forum's homepage, the most eye-catching announcement was that the Song Dynasty Martial Arts Tournament had ended, accompanied by a picture of him defeating Li Lie on the arena. The comments below were already flooded with expressions of amazement, envy, and complaints.

Wu Feng quickly scanned the list, then turned his gaze to the martial arts test announcements from other regions—the martial arts tests in Khitan, Mongolia, Tibet, and other places had also concluded one after another. Just like in the Song Dynasty, the top three in most regions were NPCs, with very few players among them.

Wu Feng looked at the screen, shook his head slightly, a helpless smile appeared on his lips, and a hint of speechlessness flashed in his eyes.

He tapped the screen lightly with his fingertip, muttering to himself: This event is deliberately designed to discourage players, telling everyone that they are too bad and need to practice more.

Is this implying that in all future events, players will have to compete with NPCs for resources?

After all, the strength of these NPCs is what it is; there are second-rate martial artists everywhere, and there are also quite a few top-tier combatants, so ordinary players have no chance at all.

Despite his complaints, Wu Feng's attention was quickly drawn to the martial arts competition rewards from the Khitan, Mongolia, and other regions.

The screen clearly listed various rewards, including cattle, sheep, and horses, all local specialties. The most eye-catching were the Akhal-Teke horses—pictures were posted on the forum, showing the horses as agile, with glossy coats and long limbs, labeled "traveling a thousand miles a day and eight hundred miles at night."

Players also left comments saying that the Akhal-Teke horse is extremely fast and has excellent endurance, making it a divine steed on the battlefield with great value.

Wu Feng's fingertips lightly traced the image of the Akhal-Teke horse, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

Compared to the rewards in the Song Dynasty, which mainly consist of official positions, mansions, and gold, the rewards from the Khitan and Mongol regions are obviously more effective in directly enhancing a player's personal strength. In particular, the Akhal-Teke horses are very useful for both traveling and fighting.

He continued scrolling down and found a lot more useful information.

These remote areas are home to numerous martial arts sects, no fewer than those in the Central Plains. Each sect possesses its own unique martial arts techniques, including some top-tier skills. Compared to the sects in the Central Plains, these sects are more untamed and domineering.

Wu Feng squinted, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table, thinking to himself: After dealing with Ding Chunqiu of the Xingxiu Sect, I'll go and take a look at the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun.

Firstly, it would allow them to ascertain the strength of the Khitan garrison, and secondly, they could visit these sects and perhaps learn some useful martial arts to improve their own strength and prepare for the subsequent recapture of the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun.

While lost in thought, Wu Feng flipped through the list of martial arts champions from various regions. Many of those NPC martial arts champions were famous generals in history, each with formidable strength and outstanding achievements.

He looked at the names, his brows furrowing slightly, his expression gradually becoming serious.

These places are teeming with talented people and top-notch combat forces, which is not good news. It undoubtedly adds great resistance to his attempt to recover the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun single-handedly.

However, upon further reflection, Wu Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

The number of martial artists in the Song Dynasty was actually quite large, but most of them were scattered throughout the martial arts world, not used by the imperial court. They either lived in seclusion in the mountains, joined sects, or wandered the world.

If we can recruit some of these NPC warriors to our ranks and make them our personal guards, they will be of great help in the future when we reclaim the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun.

Wu Feng closed the game forum and put his phone back in his pocket.

At this moment, the owner had already brought over the grilled skewers, seaweed sprouts, and fried rice, placing the tray on the table. The food was steaming hot and smelled delicious.

The skewers are crispy and fragrant, coated with cumin and chili powder, while the bean sprouts are refreshing and tender. The fried rice is also distinct and separate, making it look incredibly appetizing.

Wu Feng picked up his chopsticks, first taking a skewer of lamb. He took a bite, and found it crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the fat melting in his mouth, carrying a rich aroma of meat and cumin.

He ate slowly, chewing each bite, occasionally taking a sip of the chilled beer the owner brought him, which was especially refreshing.

In no time, they finished off the skewers, bean sprouts, and fried rice on the table, feeling completely satisfied.

Wu Feng put down his chopsticks, took out his phone from his pocket, and scanned the code to pay.

After greeting the owner, I turned and walked out of the barbecue stall, hopped on my electric scooter, and headed towards my residence.